Today Kelvin over at dversepoets.com has us writing anecdotes...should be amusing..do visit..
Hay wagon hastening down a country road,
radio throbs Stones to a crackling bonfire
Pop! snap! ...lakeside gathering..1969..
not really a party, just friends,
smoking (coughing) marijuana? me?
- never thought I'd see the day
Improbable tale in hyperbole
my giggling uncontrollably
- line dancing an Irish jig - to
fiddle and pipe music spewing
from northern Spain - a real fairies' jubilee!
We could have ended up in the brig!
Really can't remember
what was said seconds ago,
all roads look alike, lost - which way home?
, stars lead us in wider circles,
compass haywire, which is The North Star?
Home has a psychedelic door,
porch light a glowing mood ring
..inside appearing on TV,
The Marx Brothers in "Room Service"-
had me rolling on the floor...literally.
Me? - never thought I'd see the day
Inhaling deeply drew us
into the kitchen,
brownies made of cannabis
3 foot long subway - fruit punch,
multi layer P, B, & J - as in 'High'
disappear in record time
Many years go by;
now legal to possess in Washington,
Entrepreneurs thriving, crime down
Always the good girl next door
'they' did say -
' indeed, this grandma went astray,'
smoked weed back in the day
- and if grand kids knew I did,
they would surely say
- "never thought I'd hear that" in dismay